softening
There are people that soften me–
with music
with a gentle heart
with deep listening
with sharing their vulnerability
I cherish these people.
(You know who you are.)
The little girl in me was never told that it wasn’t okay for people to be mean to me. Growing up, I was given the clear message that I had to earn love and that I “deserved” to be punished if I made mistakes. Just being me wasn’t enough for the people and the culture…
In the past 24 hours, my perception of the digital age has shifted dramatically. Perhaps it’s been coming for many years (possibly since my heart was broken via the internet but that’s a story for a different day) or perhaps I just got a quantum leap kick in the ass. What I do know that…
photo by John McCormick I had my kids for the last week and had so many things planned, so much I thought we would do and had visioned all kinds of things that would happen. Snuggles by the fire, holiday gatherings, gingerbread-house making, etc. I imagined holiday cheer just oozing out of our experience. Then…
This fog moved in suddenly this morning. I live very close to the sound and I’m on a bluff so the fog moves through us here. I can see billows of moisture swirling in the air backlit by the morning sun. This is all accompanied by the sound of a foghorn. It’s completely enchanting.